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Written By Al Jones
This week came an hour earlier than the previous, folks. That daylight savings time seems to catch me every year. I usually find myself taking a week or two to get used to it, as my inner clock doesn’t adjust as easily as the one on the kitchen wall. At least this year isn’t as rough as the last.
In our household, I’m usually the one that makes sure the clocks are adjusted but with both my children in the adult workforce now, I sometimes forget that I’m not the only one who has to be somewhere on time. My eyes were opened last year.
My son, who goes to work early in the morning, decided to put the clock forward an hour, unbeknownst to me, on the Saturday night. When I woke up Sunday morning, I too, put the clock ahead an hour. I do remember thinking to myself that afternoon that the television guide channel was off, but assumed that those folks at the cable company neglected to adjust their program listings for daylight savings.
Now, also unbeknownst to me, my wife asked my daughter later in the day if anyone had adjusted the clock. My daughter replied that she hadn’t and didn’t see anyone else do it either. So my wonderful wife also turned the clock forward one hour. So if you are keeping score, folks, daylight savings in our house at this point is now pushed forward three hours… two more than the rest of the country.
That night, it seemed to take forever to fall asleep. I remember tossing and turning, wondering if maybe I had too much coffee that day. Eventually, sleep came.
I have a phone alarm that I use as my alarm clock. I never have to set the time on it, because my cell phone provider automatically does it for me. I have it set to go off a total of three times at five minute intervals, so that I don’t just roll over and go back to sleep as I am not a morning person kind of guy. I remember foggily turning it off in the morning. Because of my foggy head, I’m still in a daze as I make my way to the kitchen and pour a coffee.
As I’m sitting and sipping that beverage of consciousness, I glance at the clock on the kitchen wall. OH MY GAWD!!! I’m late!!! I have a nine o’clock meeting that started over an hour ago!!
I run to the shower and give myself a good quick dowse as I’m running a razor over my face. I don’t even worry about if my clothes even match…
I just grab whatever my hands reach first. As I’m running out the door,
I quickly text the folks I’m supposed to be meeting, apologizing for my tardiness and promising to pick up the tab for everyone’s coffee. Funny thing here, folks. My phone actually has a clock on it, yet never once did it dawn on me that my phone showed I had plenty of time. Did I mention I’m not a morning person?
As I’m racing to my meeting, not speeding you understand, because that would be wrong, but doing the maximum the posted limit will allow, my phone is going off. Folks are texting me back, but because I’m concentrating on getting to the meeting, I don’t want to pull over to read them.
Alas, I pull into the parking lot and run into the coffee shop. Nobody is there. I’m thinking to myself, “Awww crap! I missed them.” I order a coffee and sit, prepared to go through my texts and make apologies. I read the first one. It reads, “I don’t have us meeting until nine… but since you’re buying, I’ll have a large low fat Mocha.” The second one reads, “I thought we were meeting at nine…. on my way.” The others were all similar. Six texts, all alluding to me being too early. So I look at the clock on my phone… awww crap!
It’s amazing how when you are late for something… time moves quickly. But if you are waiting an hour or more because you’re early for a meeting…. time drags.